Holy crap on a hot tin roof. I am watching The Child eat. By herself. From a bottle. And "bottle" is not a euphemism for part of my anatomy.
Do you people have any idea what this means? I can have a life again. OH MY GOSH. I have not been away from her for more than 2.5 hours at a time since December 13th. This is the best day of my life.
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